Youthful yearning keeps churning for just a fistful of your energy, fondling my muscles to move, kneading my ass to shake, squeezing me to twist ‘n’ shout “OH, YES!” real loud as you make my earth quake.
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Distraction
Oh, what a lovely distraction,
What a moment of reflection!
Stimulation, good vibrations;
Movement towards motivation.
I dance upon my consternation!
I’ll reach for the constellations,
Burning time with bright stars
Loving the ride will get me far.
A Musing
The grind of incessant chores made less daunting with the pain in my reins, tamed by my intellect eating a moment.
A musing, I go to hopelessly inappropriate thoughts…
I want to
eat you
like cotton candy,
feel your sweetness
melt upon my tongue
so I can
swallow you
into my soul,
keeping you to hold,
sharing words
that fill me whole!
a spell
It’s witchcraft!
Yes! Witchcraft
will bring you back.
I know what
I have to do…
I’ll put a spell on you:
To me you must come
and give me some
desire dined to dessert
for me, you’ll work.
That’s what I’ll do.
I put a spell on you.
my mood follows me mad
In a labyrinth, with waves of silent echoes calling me through, palpable like rose petals wafting the nose to sneeze in spring,
I’m foggy, feeling my scorched earth, cracked in lines like wrinkles in the turf, reaching for your hand to save my being…
Melancholy, my mood follows me mad, knowing you’re gone. That is THAT!!!
hopeless hunger
Cramped between
nausea and hunger
my heart a stone
that can’t beat
when You
as sustenance
don’t come
to feed me,
when alone
You leave me.
The ache…
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ECHOS!!!
Relieve me.
here kitty
I want to be your pussy cat, climbing up your chest pit-a-pat, nuzzling my nose across your skin to tickle-lick the nape of your neck, and with a head rub upon your lobe, my purrrr vibrates waves of cravings to your inner-ear, “I need you!” echos loud and clear…(Can you hear???)
You may not have a cat, but as a cat owner, woth Banchee there’s one thing of which I’m certain: at times there’s a NEED, not just a want to be pet, aggression when denied, staring at me as if I don’t love him, like I lied. I’m kinda like that.
When I think I’ve lost you, when I’m SURE that your gone, when I’m positive I will NEVER, EVER get to rub your head again, I transform myself into a kitty, and I pretend that I’m your only pussy friend.
to chance
Sticky I am,
on the hot side
of damned,
awaiting
a whisper
in my ear.
With You near,
I suck
the nectar
of real.
Swells
Warmth swells
then seeps
across my chest
like GOO melting
the cold heart
beneath with the
effect of Your DING
unsheathed–
A sound Oh so
pleasurable!
I cup my breast
and squeeze
You held hard
between…
Here, my Love
will always be.
A New Year Note: Sorry to Say
Everything feels pretty fucked up.
Just in my house, I have to be quiet as a mouse or someone interprets what I say in the wrong way, erupting a confrontation of epic proportion over NOTHING at all and the hitting a wall!
(Secret be told, I’ve turned cold. In both of my Eves (Christmas & New Year’s too), I got FUCKED, but not in the good way…a dick made both nights SUCK!)
SOOO MUCH WORSE then, in the world, a new year’s begun with a US president whose dick’s so small he has to has to fuck other countries til they fall!
Soooo…
OH, MY GOD, I WISH THERE WAS SOMETHING I COULD DO!
But, no. I just keep cleaning my humble little home and fume, trying to tune out and avoid the no good news…
Then…puff a little dope (sometimes, a little pot smoke can give my brain hope;)
(To You: Sorry to vent, but I needed a friend;)
Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts 